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[Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone, KrayzieBone] Armed and dangerous ain't too many can bang with us straight up weed no angel dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us you all niggas be scrambling, gambling up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin' here trying to win, try not to sin high off weed and lot's of gin so much smoke need oxygen steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga you should too, if you knew, what this game'll do to you been in this shit since '92
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Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, squeeze your clip and hit the right one pass that weed I gotta light one all them niggas I gotta fight one all them hoes I gotta like one our situation is a tight one what you wanna do? fight or run?
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I'm gonna tell you like a nigga told me, cash rule everything around me. Shit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before you caught yourself loving it -- nigga wit a Benz fucking it. Doesn't it seem odd to you Big comes through wit mobs and crews Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thug dudes
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Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' with henney and caffeine and green and nicotine no dough so pop a couple of those, Lil' Rippsta..nigga mista clean, nigga deep--deep in my temple and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will
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if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns that's fucked up. Now lemme get down wit the crime, gotta go purchase a dime put in a state to get down for the crime smocking the reefer to ease my mind, swig some wine. Step on the block when the rocks what will I be servin' them dummies see gotta buck em' on down if he come back talking like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me killers, need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit but a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol now who ready to get bent. Nigga like me feenin' for them green leaves, but I ain't had no dough gotta make some money so, I'm making my dummy rocks if I go broke.
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[Verse 1:] Now Hit The Dance Floor Now Bend Your Back Low She Do It Wit No Hands Now Stop Pop And Roll I'm Smoking Bubba Hoe Now they in trouble hoe I Like The Way She Move An Undercover Hoe Now Everybody Leaning I Make The Crowd Rock
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They Walk It On The East They Walk It On The West South Side Just Got It And North Side Snap Your Necks In The Club On The Goose Big Stacks No Flex These Sucka Wanna Try Me Tell Dem 2 Long Decks He Walking Wit His Ones Steady Smoking On That Fruit She Walking Wit Her Friends All in Her Snow Boots O Shit There They Go They Walking On The Floor Grey Goose Double Shots
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Police in the Philippines have killed thirty individuals that they have identified as drug traffickers. They didn’t get their day in court because they were gunned down in the streets. Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian, hosts of The Young Turks, break it down. Tell us what you think in the comment section below. "At least 45 people with suspected links to drug trafficking have been killed in four days since Rodrigo Duterte was sworn in as president of the Philippines, according to authorities. ABS-CBN, the Philippines' largest TV channel, reported on Monday that at least 29 drug and robbery suspects were killed in Bulacan province, near the capital Manila, since June 30, when Duterte took over the presidency . Authorities said the suspects resisted arrest and shot at police officers. Nine other killings were reported in Manila. Duterte won the election in May on a platform of crushing crime. But his rhetoric has alarmed many who hear echoes of the country's authoritarian past. After his oathtaking on Thursday, Duterte said he wanted to get rid of drug traffickers, telling supporters to "go ahead and kill them yourself as getting their parents to do it would be too painful”.”*

(1974) David Bowie - Rebel Rebel
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You've torn your dress, your face is a mess You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test You've got your transmission and your live wire You got your cue line and a handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dudes And I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know?
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What's happenin', what's up Got da purp fired up What's happenin', what's up Got Patrone in my cup I pop, I drank I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank I'm blowed, to tha do' don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home
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Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here Brand new shoes, brand new tool Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH! Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap 1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town' (and if you ain't know) this how it go down
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Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG? A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me
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"Smoke a L" definition: To smoke a Blunt,aka a cigar filled with marijuana.
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If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheelin in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
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